How many sons to die for kingdoms yet unproclaimed
And how many to die for that what yet remains
How great a sacrifice do the ringing bells require
How to feed and swell an army to do the king's desire
And nations now long passed away, and soldiers given to decay
Do the years between now sound the simplest form of this way
That those who fought for now lost or stolen rights should say
Did so much loss give us that for which a legacy could stay
And intervening years have not wizened us to history's call
And so still the cause becomes the reason to marching footsteps' fall
And still the kings and deacons do not as well as live for all
And so our sons still to the fray upon which we lean we call
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